maybe some day we'll meet again
when our two roads hit the same dead end
and o-oh i'm counting the days
cuz you've got something that i've never since seen
a willing heart and a part that's clean
we're both good at counting days

with an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition
you come here hungry wearing naked ambition
hysterical to meet you / can you get me in?

i got three years tied to the mast of this town
she's a handsome ship but i'm going down
and o-oh she ain't coming with me
there's a time to fight and a time to get out
but you'll fight till we're all knocked out
and oh i keep counting teeth

everyone's an artist with a pristine vision
a cellular intelligencer with a fire in her kitchen
too many chefs on dope. and the rich don't listen

i am the rabbit wrapped in panic actor
bag in a tree you will outlast the cast and me i gotta get some release!
it's up or out and the ladders on fire
she greased her frock with a smile that moves the sky

surviving the insult day to day / they give you the insult to make it go away
and o-oh what can i say? / i got a wine swept smile and a well-timed mile
i've been running since i heart they'd sooner see us die
than o-oh come and die next to us

up to her knees in men keep hitting
and the white suits fuck like bad television
latest simple angel come die next to me

i am a shifting shape a wire walker
coked with the hopes of happy happy ever after
i came to trial out of style / but i got my eye on a country mile
where the people you know are the ones you like

6 Comments

General CommentI think Blake has a fascination with rabbits.
This song has always been one of my favorite jets songs....it says so much and is understood by so few....Blake may not be god, but i'd vote for him if he ran for president!

General CommentMy favorite part of the song is 'everyone's an artist with a pristine vision
a cellular intelligencer with a fire in her kitchen
too many chefs on dope. and the rich don't listen ' I can't figure the whole thing out. somebody help

"maybe some day we'll meet again
when our two roads hit the same dead end
and o-oh i'm counting the days
'cause you've got something that i've never since seen
a willing heart and a part that's clean
we're both good at counting days"

I figure it's about missing somebody who you rarely get to see, but that you always wish was there. Or perhaps about somebody you don't think you're likely to see again, but you hope you do. That's what it feels like to me.

It's just like so many jets to brazil songs though, i don't know, it seems like some kind of clever riddle. I think one day i'm going to figure exactly what all these songs mean.

General CommentThe song, not to put to fine point on it, is about Blake living back in New York. "I've got three years tied to the mast of this town; she's a handsome ship but I'm going down and she ain't coming with me." Look at the time line of him moving back to New York from San Fran, and the song's release. Also, if anyone has ever lived in New York, those images that he paints are the big apple to a t. There is a large amount of uncertainty in all of the Jets songs, and I think that is why so many people can latch on to them. It's all there in song, though.